Chekhov in L.A.

Further disclosure: I go to most productions of Chekhov light on hope and heavy of heart: he’s really, really hard to get right–way harder than Shakespeare, whose words tend to work even when performed badly. Chekhov starts with being Russian (which we don’t traditionally see as a light, frivolous culture) and ends up in some sort of translation, often bad.

So, for whoever’s still with me, I cannot recommend Evidence Room‘s Cherry Orchard enough. We’ll see what the critics say (there were a bunch there on Satiddy night), but I say it was exactly “like a kiss”, which is how director Bart DeLorenzo described the tone he was aiming for when we discussed the flyer.

One Reply to “Chekhov in L.A.”

I have a cousin who has a connection to the evidence room there in Califorina. I would very much like to contact him. His name is Bart Delorenzo. I am very active in a small theater here in my hometown “The Historic Star Theater” in Missouri. Is there anyway that you could help me contact him. Thanks Gayle